"Be completely absurd and sentimental," Cameron says wryly, giving her hand a brief squeeze as they move along. In truth, he's not actually very good at that, too self-conscious to let himself be absurd, his sentimentality largely restricted to ideals, not people. She makes both of them much easier, for better or worse, and he can't bring himself to mind in the least. "As long as you're prepared for the whole nine yards — we go all out. Candles and cookies and carols. Decorating the tree, maybe."